Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1574

Sophie had seen it all up to this day. When it came to dealing with big talkers like the warden, she found it downright amusing.

With a simple crook of her finger, she beckoned the warden to come closer. Unfazed, he strutted right into the cell. But before he could get too close, Sophie had already clamped her hand around the back of his neck—a spot that could spell the end with just a squeeze.

The warden froze, not daring to make a move, while the guards nearby hovered, unsure whether to intervene. Sophie, unfazed, tossed out a warning, "I wouldn't try anything if I were you. My hand might just slip... and then what? Losing your warden would be quite the headache, huh?"

"Sophie! You're digging your own grave!" the warden spat, glaring at her with all the fury he could muster. To him, Sophie was hanging by a thread.

"In my prison, you're my prisoner! Lay a hand on me, and you won't last the week!” he threatened. But Sophie just raised an eyebrow, and with a swift motion, there was a sharp crack.

warden's eyes widened in disbelief as he crumpled to the floor, lifeless. The

Dead? Just like that?

one of the guards shouted, aiming their guns at Sophie, who had just murdered someone

more audacious than

See if any of you make it to sunrise," Sophie taunted, casually perching on the cell's bed. "Even if I killed him, your boss wouldn't dare lay a finger

emphasis. His eyes were still wide

glances, intimidated by her audacity. Sophie clearly wasn't just anyone; otherwise, their chief wouldn't have treated

big shot in Devonport, but this was Summerfield. And rumors were swirling about her messy

getting out. You've killed someone, and I'll make sure this goes up the chain. Prepare for a